Ah, school. Oh, how quickly we settle back into the routine. Lunches, homework, backpacks full of stinky gym clothes, that week-old lunch you forgot to throw out. Ah, the good days!
But wait…week old lunch?!
Why is it that we seem to grow immune to the disgusting smells inhabiting our homes? Some might say you’ve just gotten used to it. But when it’s a fine mélange of sock, old mayo, and, oh let’s say wet dog, just for argument’s sake, that you’re just not noticing one bit, we have an expression you need to learn. Stat.
You’ve gone noseblind.
Urban dictionary has a few entries for “noseblind”. We encourage you to ignore them. Please. Ignore them. For your own good.
We like to take our definition from Febreze:
noseblind [nohz-blihnd], noun;
The gradual acclimation to the smells of one’s home, car, or belongings, in which the affected does not notice them (even though their guests do).
Noseblindness. Doesn’t apply to you, right? Noooo, no, no, no, of course not! But for the other 99% of them (and you keep reading here if you want, just for fun) it’s a real issue.
Your friends won’t tell you —well, your mother in law might, but she’s not your friend, she’s faaaaamily— but yeah, your house stinks. It just does. Ok, ours does. Teenager sneakers and kitty litter, oh, and that wet dog thing.
Yours might. Or might not. We’re willing to bet you don’t know though.
What to do, what to do? You can:
- Bake some apples. All day. Every day.
- Buy some incense. Patchouli’s nice.
- Clean like a demon 24-7. That might help.
- Give the dog away.
- Hm. And the cat.
- And the kids?
- Give up fish.
- Ban sneakers.
- Buy some Febreze.
We kind of like that last option. Unless you don’t really like guests coming into your home. Then, by all means, ignore us. And that expression on the face of your mail carrier? Oh, he’s just remembering something he smelled earlier that day. No, really.